I had a dream and in that dream some suits sat in front of me in a chummy audience of
mine.

"Eddie," one said. "You have this knack of knowing what people like. If you like it, it's going
to make money."

"We can purposefully kill it at the box office," another said. "It could be a straight-out tax write-off."

"But if you like it," said a third. "That
son of a bitch will make money whether we want it to or not."

"You have a gift," a fourth one said. "You
have the instinct of knowing what a fan base likes."

"Thanks," I said, wondering where this was leading to. Was I about to be rewarded
or punished?

"We want to use your gift, Eddie." Said the fifth one.

"We want a hot moneymaker," said the first.

"One that will make a profit at the theaters," said the third.

"And in video rentals," said the fifth.

"And in video sales," said the second.

"And in cable," said the fourth.

"Uh huh," I said.

And in my dream they looked at me as if their desire for my 'gift' was a hunger
so strong they thought they could eat it right out of me. And I felt
that, if they thought they could work it that way, they would.

But they needed my help and eating me would only kill the goose and lose the gold.

So I allowed myself to feel in control of the situation. I said,

"What you want," I said. "Is something that looks like reality, looks like now, but is drenched in myth."

"You want something that will freeze an audience to their seats with the very
first scene. You want to grab them in the first 30 and cold-cock them
in the second thirty ... seconds."

The suits looked at me with doubt and curiosity.

"You want a hero that will face impossible odds, over come impossible foes,
and fight impossible battles, and as impossible as things may seem for
the hero, you will want to make these ... impossibilities - and the hero's
overcoming of them - seem almost real."

The suits nodded with interest and intrigue. Nothing I said put a story in their
head. Nothing I described put any patterns together for them. They say
that to empty your thoughts to a zen state - a state of nothingness - is a
supreme goal and a crowning achievement in the discipline of the mind.
And in my dream, I sat facing the most disciplined minds on the planet.
Their minds had all achieved true nothingness.

ON THE DVDThere is a "behind the scenes" featurette that's not really
that interesting, but there is an entire scene that was cut
from the film which included a very cool battle between Bill and
his enemy Damoe (Michael Jai White: SPAWN)
who is out to avenge the death of his master.

There is also the premier party for the release of KILL BILL Vol. 2.
What makes this a cut above some "celebrity suck-up" showcase
is the live performance of director Roberto Rodriguez's band, Salerosa
Chingon playing, MALAGUENA which is so incredibly cool!

"You know where to find this?" The third one asked.

"Give me the money and I'll write and direct it," I said.

As one they choked back a laugh, then gave vent to their mirth. Their laughter was derisive.

"We are aware of your talents as a chooser, not a doer," said the first one.

"You have no experience directing, none producing," said the second one.

"We are not going to give you the kind of money it takes to make a movie," said the third one.

I thought of excrement. The meeting was not going as I'd wished.

"But we will pay you the labor of a year right now," said the fourth.

"If you can choose the next hit movie," said the fifth.

I didn't have to give it a second thought.

"Hire Quentin Taratino," I said.

"To write or direct?" Asked the second.

"Both."

"What shall he write?" Asked the fifth.

"Whatever he wants," I answered. "It will rock, it will shock, it will repell and attract and it will be a
classic for decades to come."

Years later, KILL BILL was released to theaters. It
was one movie split in two. The first one rocked and shocked. The second
one repelled and attracted. KILL BILL Vol. 2 was reality infused with myth and a powerful hero
beset with her own flaws and fragile nature. She was incredibly strong
and dangerously weak and faced impossible, insurmountable odds that she,
never-the-less, overcame to reach her final goal. She wanted to kill Bill
in revenge for the murder of her fiance, her friends, the only family
she ever knew, and for the death of her unborn child because she was now
sterile and could never bear another.

But Bill is the man and a master chess player.

These two movies dwell among my all time favorites. They are everything I'd
ever want to see in a movie from humor to heroism.

Especially in the KILL BILL movies, Quentin has been accused of taking everything
from his love of cheap-ass Hong Kong cinema - whether it deserves praise
or not - and throwing it at the screen. This is both unfair and uninformed
as Tarantino, in both style and substance, has distilled his subject matter,
allowing a seemingly endless box of references to all come together in a
story that thrills like a perfectly engineered rollercoaster, screaming at mach 1.

In KILL BILL Vol. 2, The Bride must face off against Sidewinder aka
Bud (Michael Madsen: WAR GAMES, RESERVOIR DOGS, SPECIES, SPECIES II).

Then against California Mountain Snake aka Elle Driver (Daryl Hannah: THE FURY, THE FINAL TERROR, THE TIE THAT BINDS,
THE GINGERBREAD MAN, KILL BILL Vol. 1).

And finally, the Snake Charmer aka Bill. But, as in the first, there will be many things
that stand in The Bride's way, obstacles between her and her goal - Bill's death.

Whether I had the dream or not doesn't matter. Any fool could look over the previous
films that Quentin Tarantino wrote and directed and know that the man
is gold and that his movies are legend. KILL BILL Vol. 2 continues that
legend!